Dave's POV

I checked the number on the door and knocked before swiping the key and letting myself in.

"Dad, what are you doing in here?" Rachel asked looking up from the book she was reading. I'd gotten my girl's a hotel room next to my own. Due to their age they refused to share the two queen size beds so Mel, being the youngest, was forced to sleep in a roll-away. I had came in to say goodnight but Rachel's voice burned a hole through my heart. Her words from earlier in the evening still echoed through my head and my heart. I could barely look at her as I go to respond,

"I've come to say goodnight. I'm going to go spend sometime with Jamie. Don't stay up too late, no fighting and majority rules. I don't want to hear about anyone taking over the only vote that can over rule is mine! You have my number only call in an emergency and I'll check on you on my way back." I kissed each of my daughters and say goodnight yet when I reached Hailey I noticeed that something's wrong.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Instead of answering my middle daughter just shrugged so I decided to take her out of the room and have a moment.

As soon as the door closed behind us Hailey burst into tears. Taking her in my arms I held her close until she was able to calm down enough to explain the problem.

"Do you love Eli more than us?" My daughter finally sobbed out.

"Hun I could never love anyone more than I love you girls. You are mine, you are part of me and nothing will ever change that. Yea I love Eli and even if I didn't love his mom I'd still love him but he's not my son…"

"You love Jamie?" Oh man I just admitted it out loud didn't I? And I didn't admit it to some random fan but to my 14 year old daughter.

"Yea, I do."

"Like really love her?"

"Yea, I really love her"

"I've never heard you say that about anyone before. You never said it about mom or Angie. I just figured you said it in private," Hailey muttered not too sure how to handle the situation.

"Because I mean it this time Hailey I really, really love her."

"I'm sorry we were rude to her today. Can we go back in the room now?"

"Are you okay?"

"I guess." Hailey replied turning to the door. I grabbed my daughter pulling her into another tight hug once again trying to hug my child's insecurities away.

Back in the room I decided it was time to make some things clear.

"I know more than any of you that I wasn't around to see you all grow up. I look at each of you and wonder what happened to my little girls because you've grown into these amazing young women and I missed it. I can't change the past but I am here now and that's what counts. I love you girls so much it hurts. I love each of you so much that not seeing you, not talking to you breaks my heart. You are my children and nothing will ever change that.

'Yes, there is another kid in my life. A three year old boy that has never had a father and I get to be around him all the time. Yes, I love Eli but he's not my child - you girls are and no matter how much time I spent with Eli it does not change how much I love you. And yes I am dating someone and yes she is a lot younger than me but that doesn't matter because I love her so much. And I pray that the day I finally tell her she'll feel the same way. But just because I love Jamie doesn't mean I love you girls any less! You need to understand that!

'I am appalled at the way that you girls acted today. I expected so much better than that. You are all much older now than when you met Angie. While I'm not going to force it I would really appreciate it if tomorrow you all go and apologise to Jamie and actually give her a chance. Take a moment to discover the amazing person she is. If you get to hear just a little bit of her life story your lives will be completely and utterly changed and you'll all be better people."

After I finished my spiel the room was completely and utterly silent finally Rachel, the main culprit spoke up,

"I'm really sorry dad. I shouldn't have said what I did earlier and I should have treated Jamie better. Its not excuse but I didn't know you felt that way about her." I walked over and gave my eldest a hug. Her words still hurt but her apology meant so much.

"Now I want you all to go to sleep. I'll ring when I get up for the gym in the morning. I want you all ready for breakfast by the time I come back." I said and once again went around saying goodnight to my three girls.

I finally left my daughters' room and headed towards the elevator. Half way there I collapsed against the wall. It wasn't meant to be so hard. I wished I could have them around all the time, I wished they could live me. But it was such an unrealistic idea; they couldn't stay home alone all week while I was on the road and they couldn't exactly come with me. There was no logical way that my girls could come and live with me besides they would undoubtedly want to stay with their mother. Then the words Hailey said as I exited the room finally sunk in,

"Love me dada." When she was little she struggled to understand the concept of saying 'I love you' and would say, 'love me dada'. I hadn't heard those words since Hailey was about 5. I don't know what happened, one day she just stopped saying. A few years later she stopped staying 'I love you' all together. She seemed to be the one who struggled the most with Michelle and my divorce and wanted nothing to do with Angie. I think she always believed that her mother and I would get back together. Sometimes I wished we would at least then I'd get to spend time with my girls.

Eventually I pulled myself to my feet and headed for the elevator. Jamie's room was only a couple of floors up and I was tempted to run the stairs however I didn't want to be sweaty or out of breath when I got there. I was joined at the elevator by my good friend Glen,

"You okay man? I saw you on the floor back there. Was going to check on you but the missus called back to give me more orders. The joys of pregnant women," Glen gave his trademark frown but I knew he was ecstatic about the upcoming birth of his first child. The man had two step-daughters but no children of his own.

"Yea I'm alright. I'm just being reminded of the joys of fatherhood."

"Oh don't tell me that. I have enough trouble with the girls. This one is going to be perfect."

"Nice idea, unfortunately it doesn't always work that way. Hey why are you going up?"

"Maurisa wants something that you can supposedly only get from the vending machine on fifteenth floor. Are you off to visit Jamie?"

"Yep, this is my floor. Enjoy the food hunt."

"Thanks. Enjoy your girl." Glen winked knowing that nothing was going to happen; he just wanted a chance to tease me. I playfully flipped him off as the door closed leaving my alone in the hallway. I was surprised I hadn't run into any fans. We didn't get many roaming fans on normal shows but tonight was the first show of the New Year. However I was glad that I hadn't run into any. I was dressed in track pants and a wife beater going against my usual Batista attire.

Outside Jamie's room I searched through my room keys to find one that would give me access to the woman's room. I had managed to be in possession of three different room keys; mine, the girls' and Jamie's. Finding the correct key I knock before allowing myself entry. It was late so I knew that Eli would be asleep and the darkness of the lounge confirmed that. Jamie usually got a single room and would put Eli on a roll away however we were going to be in town a few days so they were in a one bedroom with a fold out couch. I carefully made my way to the thin strip of light which I could only guess was coming from Jamie's bedroom. My heart was beating a million miles and hour as I knocked on the bedroom door. I was like a nervous high schooler about to go on his first date instead of a grown man going to spend some time with his girlfriend. After receiving no answer I quietly push open the door.

Jamie was lying on the bed, book across her chest and is snoring slightly. Not a loud gross snore more of a louder than normal sigh; a sign that she may have had a slight cold. She looked so innocent, so peaceful. Asleep she looked no older than Rachel. I felt guilty, I had promised to be around about an hour ago, she must have fallen asleep waiting for me. I didn't particularly want to return to my room and spend the rest of the night alone so I climbed into bed beside my girlfriend. Some what instinctively Jamie rolled over resting her head against my shoulder and draping her arm over my chest.

"Take it off," she muttered without even opening her eyes.

"Well get up so I can," I replied with an unseen smirk. Jamie was asking, no ordering, me to take off my wife beater. She hated nothing more than to snuggle up against me when I had one on. A shirt was barely acceptable, silk shirt was loved but bare chest was her favourite. The woman rolled onto her back allowing me to sit up and pull the offending shirt off before lying back down.

"What took you so long?" Jamie asked once again getting comfortable and using me as a pillow.

"Problems with the girls," I answered wrapping my arm around her.

"Are they okay?"

"Yea; just had questions like whether or not I love Eli more than them."

"What did you say?"

"I said of course I love him more and they were stupid for asking," I couldn't hide the smirk as I got the reaction I was gunning for. Jamie pulled away and sat up straight,

"DAVID you didn't?"

"Of course I didn't. I told them that I will never love anyone more than I love them."

"What if you have more kids?" Jamie asked still sitting up,

"Why? You want to give me some?" I smirked knowing that I was pushing my boundaries. Surprisingly Jamie smirked and winked before responding,

"In your dreams! Roll over," one thing I loved about this girl was how she took control and just ordered me around.

I rolled over in anticipation. My girlfriend just happened to have a fascination with my tattoos, especially the dragon on my back. So I knew what was coming; a back massage focusing greatly on my tattoo. As Jamie's hands' worked her way up my back I started to relax. She was effectively working my worries away. She clearly hadn't been all that tired earlier or her slight nap woke her up. As Jamie's fingers made their way back down my back I felt my eyes start to droop, it won't be long until I completely give in to the bliss of the massage. As she reached my lower back I barely felt the waistband of my track pants being pulled down slightly, this wasa regular occurrence as it gave my girlfriend better access to my weakest point, my lower back. Yet this time she lowered them slightly more than usual and I could feel her gently begin to play with the waistband of my boxers.

"What are you doing?" I groggily asked.

"Can I see it?" She sounded nervous and unsure of herself.

"See what?"

"The rose," ah, the infamous rose tattoo I have on my backside.

"You've already seen it," I replied still not rolling over.

"Yea, with the rest of the world." Then her persona changes she becomes that shy, nervous young girl I'd been fighting to get rid of.

"Sorry I shouldn't have asked. Ignore it lets just go to sleep," Jamie rushed out before sliding off my legs and lying beside me.

My heart broke just looking at her my and I can't help but wonder what I've gotten myself into. I stood up and pulled off my track pants so that I was wearing nothing more than her favourite Scooby-Doo boxer shorts. I returned to my previous position yet turn my head to look at the woman who has now turned her back on me.

"Jamie?"

"What?"

"You can look, you don't have to ask."

"You sure?" She asked finally turning over to look at me.

"Absolutely." I stood up once more and looked over my shoulder winking at the woman.

"In fact, I hereby declare that from this day forward the rear-end of one David Michael Bautista Jr, aka me, is now the official property of Jamison Hailey Alister, aka you; to look at, touch and do to it whatever you so please." Jamie burst out in giggles as did I. I knew my declaration had been extremely childish and silly but it had worked its magic and Jamie was once again beginning to relax. "So what are you going to do as your first act of owner of my rear-end?"

"Check out the graffiti and see if it needs to be painted over," Jamie smirked before ordering me to lie down once more. I don't know what she was expecting me to do if she didn't like it. There was no way that I was having laser tattoo removal on my backside.
"What were you thinking?" She asked pulling my boxers down just far enough to get a view of the offender.

"I was young and stupid," I replied before spinning around and pulling the woman into my arms.

My movements had caused my boxers to twist resulting in them sitting in an uncomfortable position. But I didn't care I just needed to hold my girlfriend. I lent down and pressed my lips against hers. She tasted like heaven and just having her body pressed against mine was nearly enough to cause me to lose control. It's not long before she pulls back and into a sitting position. For a moment I could swear that I was looking at heaven; sitting back on my thighs Jamie's medium length brown hair fell around her shoulders, lips slightly red and her brown eyes gazed down at me through the lens of her glasses.
This was perfect to me; she didn't need to be naked or even topless and she wasn't. She was wearing a Batista 'even good guys do bad things' hoodie and light blue pyjama pants and she looked hotter than ever. Slowly the woman started running her hands up and down my chest completing the massage she'd begun on my back. Moving her knees so that one was either side of me I rolled over and took the opportunity to fix my boxers before encouraging her to continue working on my back.

A/N: I could have gone on writing this chapter for ages. Thanks for your reviews I love them heaps. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also go check out a story by Kash Productions entitled 'And that's how I met your grandpa!' it is the first co-written story by Matty1 and myself under our joint moniker.